To my soul who has just dropped down from the heights of passion and dreams,
Get up even if you no one stretches out their hands for the help! Feel the pain for the pain is a mere shell, A box or a case of Unveiled happiness. ONLY only! If you realise what you really do is not what is counted rather for whom you do is! The pain is the box whose key is ikhlas! Sincerity for His Swt! Go and endure it and twist This key for the treasure inside! For you have already sold your existance on this very earth for his pleasure! No man No human can ever make you feel content ! Even if they do, its only time being but deep down their you my soul, I know you cry and yearn for the satisfaction of your hunger, which is only extinguished by His SWT's Love! Ahh... little do i realise, the difference between the soul and the nafs!
Oh Ar Rahmaan Allah! I yearn to feed my soul with your Love! I know I always fall but Rabbul Alameen, If gaining or winning the love of these Adna makhlooqs is easy than i have no doubts that the love for the khaliq will be gained too! Only by you for you from you and to you! ♡
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EspiritualA young girl Who Gives Her inner most hidden desires A picture painted by words. Words, heart wishes To speak, Yearns to give those thoughts a voice. A book which feels.
